[Intro]
Aye-aye
What the fuck?
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?) Huh

[Chorus]
G I live, G I die
Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre
G I live, G I die
Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre
G I live, G I die
Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre
G I live, G I die
Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre

[Verse 1]
I'm back, and don't give a fuck
Come play with Duke Dеucifer
Back to gettin' the clubs crunk
Gеt bucked if you think you tough
Buck, buck, what the fuck
Get hit with the twelve slugs
'Bout action, no cappin'
I'm packin' and mackin'
But stomped 'em like a damn rug
Triple M, Triple M, Triple M, bitch
Told you hoes, dont fuck with them-
Criminal, criminal, criminals, bitch
Hell yeah, bitch, I buck with them
Drop a stack on your hat, you a motherfuckin' rat
Let them cats put your ass on your motherfuckin' back
It's a bird, it's a plane, hell nah, it's a pack
That's a fact, I'm a Mac, I ain't never gon' slack
I talked to my witch and she said I'ma blow up
Sacrifice my friends
I'll be wealthy, but so lonesome
Lord, I'm so gifted
I see things before they come up
Ancestors be protectin' me
So, I always be one-up
[Chorus]
G I live, G I die
Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre
G I live, G I die
Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre
G I live, G I die
Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre
G I live, G I die
Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Buck, buck, buck, here I come
Mr. Memphis Massacre

[Verse 2]
Psychopath Deucifer lookin' like Lucifer
Got me buck wild, and I think I'm influenced
05/01/1992, far from a coward
Boy buck like a bull
Memphis my city, Blackhaven the illest
We known for them killings
They say that we cruel
Saturday night, we be pimpin' on Beale Street
Plenty freak hoes for n***as to pull
Drippin', no droppin', strap tight with that Glocky
These hoes on my dick, 'cause I'm as clean as a deacon
Back in the day, ho, you know you wouldn't talk to me
Watch, I walk past ya'
No, I'm not speakin'
Not tryna' compare myself to Jesus
God got me walkin' this Earth for a reason
Duke Deuce, he cool 'til he turn to a demon
See that they dead, but why you keep squeezin'?
Steady droppin' nukes, Lord, what they gon' do-
When I take the game over for the twenty-deuce-deuce?
Pull up in a coupe, no roof with my troops
Fuck n***as gon' poof 'cause they know they gon' shoot
Still ridin' clean, gettin' neck like a crew
While you fuck n***as hatin' with your lame ass crew
Made Men Mafia, ain't no blockin' us
Say fuck us, it's been "fuck you," bitch